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'Twas warm — at first — like Us —
Until there crept upon
A Chill — like frost upon a Glass —
Till all the scene — be gone.
The Forehead copied Stone —
The Fingers grew too cold
To ache — and like a Skater's Brook —
The busy eyes — congealed —
It straightened — that was all —
It crowded Cold to Cold —
It multiplied indifference —
As Pride were all it could —
And even when with Cords —
'Twas lowered, like a Weight —
It made no Signal, nor demurred,
But dropped like Adamant.
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To me the poet is speaking of a death. A body was warm and is now gone cold, statuelike in its insensitivity and rigidity. And in the end was lowered on chords, dropping like a stone and giving no message back to the living who watched. Is she perhaps also denying after-life?
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about love gone cold and indifferent... in vivid words... and lucid imagery...
impressive the hyperboles used...
the expression of stanza 2 ... the face becoming expressionless and the warm eyes to coldness...
also the lines 12 and 13 about indifference...
good choice of words ... with meter and rhyme
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